6.1

Outside the window, silhouettes of thick tree trunks filtered through the cloudy haze. Their branches, strewn with still green leaves, were hidden in thick fog. That's why they looked like crude sketches on the canvas of a tired artist. And they evoked a light and pleasant melancholy.

- Leah, stop meditating over the mug, how long can I call you? The floors won’t wash themselves,” Kayla’s indignant exclamation was heard from the second floor.

“Yes, I’m aware,” Leah muttered quietly under her breath. She threw a cup into the sink and, shuffling loudly with her slippers, headed towards the voice.

Mother had already been up in arms with her spring cleaning for about three hours. Her father was put to work putting things in order in the cellar, and Leah was tasked with cleaning the dinnerware and all the floors on the second floor, including the turret of the third. The spinning top itself rushed around the whole house, wiping every crack, every corner, as if they had not moved in three w